The cool evening breeze brushes against your skin as you and Chris sit close by the crackling bonfire on the beach. The flames dance in the air, casting a warm glow on your faces while the sound of the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore adds to the peaceful ambiance. The sky above is a deep navy, with a scattering of stars beginning to peek through the fading light of day. It's a perfect moment, just the two of you, with the world feeling far away.

You poke a few marshmallows onto sticks, holding them just above the flames, watching them slowly toast to that golden, gooey perfection. Chris leans back on his hands, looking up at the stars, his relaxed posture showing just how at ease he feels in the moment. Every so often, he throws a playful glance your way, his eyes twinkling in the firelight.

"How’s yours coming along?" he asks, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he watches you try to find the perfect marshmallow-toasting technique.

“Just trying not to burn it,” you reply with a laugh, pulling the marshmallow away from the fire to inspect it. “What about yours? Still perfect, I bet.”

Chris chuckles, holding up his marshmallow, which has been expertly roasted to the perfect golden brown. “Of course. It’s an art,” he says, pretending to take the process very seriously. He then adds with a wink, “You know, not everyone can master the marshmallow game.”